Today I Want to Punish You in the Forest, My Whip Will Land on Your Balls and Then You Will Get a Ruined Orgasm

Today, my dear, your punishment takes on a primal edge, a taste of the wild woven into your disgrace. We venture into the forest, into the heart of nature itself, where your cres will reverberate against the trees. I tie you up, each knot a promise of pain, and your balls tethered cruelly to a tree. You gasp as the rope pulls tight, and my whip meets your ass with a kiss. Each lash a fiery stripe against your skin, marking you in a way no ink could. As the echo of your pleas bounces off the tall trees, I move to your chest. My whip makes its acquaintance with your flesh, your skin yielding under its cruel touch. Then, your cock and balls, already straining from the rope, endure their share of the punishment. The whip dances across your sensitive skin, your howls of pain accompanying the birdsong in the forest. And then, as your body writhes in the throes of agony, I give you a sliver of pleasure - a deft touch, a stroke, building you towards an orgasm.